This is a song about "Identity of two cultures"

Or two of the motherfuckers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Huh, i can't interpret her

When the two of us are together

Right of passage in some cultures try to understand

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

My identity thrown up top, primarily,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Have her touchin her toes on the back of the two seater/

Sloppy head for free yacky head was sixty

And make fools wanna change their identity

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

She has these two perfect eyes that i can't let go of

She has these two perfect eyes that i can't let go of

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus